»In which we drink the nectar of poets

The stalwart Mr Looney suggested an outing to the Rabbit's Food Meadery, and we spent the evening in rare form with glass after glass of mead, sweet mead, cyser, and some devilish trouble that combined a lemonade of mead, lemon juice, and blackcherry cyser.

Afterwards in the queue for a double-double I was asked about IPA (silly me, I first thought of Imperial Pale Ale, not the International Phoenetic Alphabet) and the man of a certain age in front of us interrupted with a comment.
"You know about prefixes, right?" We nodded amiably. "And suffixes -- at the ends of words?" Again we nodded. "What about infixes?" I nodded and briefly explained, but he interrupted and said: "I looked in Merriam-Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary, and the only example of an infix they provided was fucking: unfuckingbelievable! unfreaking real!" He eventually sat down at the molded-plastic table with us and told us all about the Computer History Museum, where he works.